Baby Don't Go

Don't leave me for a fella in a cowboy hat
That would be awful, I'd really hate that
Don't cheat on me with a some young fancy pants
After all I deserve a second and third chance
Don't abandon me for someone with a lot of money
After all I'm your sweetie, I'm your honey
Don't dump me for someone who wears suede shoes
That'd give me a case of the blues
Don't run off with some guy who reads the National Review
That would be a horrible thing for you to do
Stay with me, my darling, my love, my sweet
We've got a love that can't be beat

The Holidays Are Over

Take down the tree -- we don't need it anymore
Put away the decorations -- we'll see them next year
Stop humming the carols -- that's all over now
Go back to a normal diet -- weight has been put on
The holidays are over and its back to work
The holidays are over and the alarm clocks need setting
The holidays are over and visitors have gone away
Life is ordinary and regular and normal again
It is plain and stripped of color
One day like the next
We again work for weekends that fly by so quickly
Sweep up the pine needles -- they're a sad reminder of what was
Pack up the ribbons and the paper and don't snag the lights
Black and white is back
No jolly greetings
It's over
It's done I tell you
Get back to work

Grammar Life

I’m the contraction that I write
You are the pronoun
We reach for the verb
It is all I can do to make these words appear
To wonder at my exhaustion
Feeling the tired fingers that want to sleep
As my mind gets fuzzier
Mists of a brain surround each thought
And through the eternal night of my heart
I slumber into the next line
Which is this one
Never confused
Always the definite answer of maybe
The incomplete thought
Past participles have ended
And the continuous is still going
My grammar life is nigh

Candidate

Go great grating voice and trouble me no more
You foul the air with your jabberings
As I, who long for clarity, wonder at you
For those meandering musings and nonsensical jibes
Aim them elsewhere and take your foggy mind away
There is peace and justice where you are absent
Sanity reigns in your absence
We covet the times that you are silent
So few yet so precious
Take your death talk and hate and depart
Find a universe for your ego and ramblings
Pain inflicting vitriol unbecoming of this place
Sorrow in your wake and angry confusion
You are a blight and multiply ignorance
Would that there were a universal mute button
Just for you

Kitchen

One can of soup in a cupboard
Still so much hate
A lot of love
Empty drawer
Complex questions
Difficult answers
Soggy bottom bag
Unreasonable demands
Hopeful questions
Limp and lonely celery stalk
Angry outbursts
Tender kisses
Dirty saucepan
Painful truths
Wonderful advancements
A new refrigerator
And therein lies
The rub

Unbound

I poured myself into her life
We blended
Love and grace and
Intertwined souls of angelic joy and
Blessed sanctity
Embracing hearts and reckless kisses
Enveloped in our oneness
Impervious to pain
Immune from suffering
Sealed securely in orgasmic splendor
Pure passion unbounded
Bliss 

The Sigh Does Not Satisfy

The sad hot day in the drought and dry and the dead
No wind or breeze or motion and the sickly silence is crawling
I feel heavy and soft and listless and wait for the wife who will not come
There is no motion anywhere and my knee is pulsing with pain
My heart races and the kitchen is full of dirty dishes
There is nothing in the air but still warmth
An ugly mood begins to envelop me but I am too lethargic to cry or even feel
I stare out the window at he barely moving leaves
I want but cannot have so much else than what is now
In this wistful evening of saffron sorrow and death
Someone walks by talking in a nasal voice perfect for my mood
I conjure images of snow and beaches and fog
And redwood trees and art galleries and football stadiums
And rock concerts and pastel perfection and still my wife is not home and so
The sigh does not satisfy
It is shallow and like this evening bereft or relief and I then
At last I hear it
My wife’s voice
She is home
Hallelujah!